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Luke Combs - When It Rains It Pours Lyrics: Lyrics Sunday morning, man She woke up fightin' mad Bitchin' and moanin' on and on 'Bout the time I had And by Tuesday you could say That girl was good as gone Then when Thursday came around I was all alone So I went for a drive to clear my mind Ended up at a Shell on I-65 Then I won a hundred bucks on a scratch-off ticket I bought two 12-packs and a tank of gas with it She swore they were a waste of time Oh, but she was wrong I was caller number five on a radio station Won a four day, three night beach vacation Deep sea señorita fishin' down in Panama And I ain't gotta see my Ex-future-mother-in-law anymore Oh Lord, when it rains it pours Now she was sure real quick to up and apologize When she heard about my newfound luck On that FM dial And it's crazy how lately now It just seems to come in waves What I thought was gonna be the death of me Was my saving grace It's got me thinkin' that her leavin' Is the only logical reason That I got the last spot in the Hooters' parking lot And the waitress left her number on my check with a heart She picked up on the first ring when I gave her a call And I only spent five bucks at the Moose Club raffle Won a used 4-wheeler and three free passes For me and two of my buddies to play a round of golf And I ain't gotta see my Ex-future-mother-in-law anymore Oh Lord, when it rains it pours When it rains it pours Well I've been on one hell of a redneck roll For three weeks now And it all started on the day that she walked out Then I won a hundred bucks on a scratch-off ticket Bought two 12-packs and a tank of gas with it She swore they were a waste of time Oh, but she was wrong And I was caller number five on a radio station Won a four day three night beach vacation Deep sea señorita fishin' down in Panama And I ain't gotta see my Ex-future-mother-in-law anymore Oh Lord, when it rains it pours When it rains it pours Source: Musixmatch Songwriters: Jordan Walker / Ray Fulcher / Luke Albert Combs When It Rains It Pours lyrics © Sony/atv Tree Publishing, Big Music Machine, Extremely Combustible Music, Straight Dimes Publishing, 50 Egg Music, Larkin Hill Publishing, Works Of Rha, Paj Music Publishing Company, Anthem Extremely Combustible Music, Seeker From The Speaker Music, Raining Springs Music "Jonathan!" Abby's scream was lost in the thunderous noise. He saw her fall, her walker flying off to one side as she went down. Jonathan lunged forward, arms outstretched, trying to catch Abby before she hit the ground. He couldn't get there fast enough. The ground dropped away beneath his feet as if a trapdoor has opened. His legs buckled and he sank to his knees. He reached for a tree trunk, to steady himself, but before his hand touched it, the tree moved. Jonathan's stomach rose into his throat, the way it sometimes did on a fast elevator. Ever since first grade, when Palmers moved to California, Jonathan had practiced earthquake drills in school each year. He knew that most earthqueakes occur along the shored of the Pacific Ocean. He knew that the San Andreas fault runs north and south for hundreds of miles in California, making that land particularly susceptible to earthquakes. He knew that if an earthquake hit while he was in school, he was supposed to crawl under his desk or under a table because injury was most likely to be caused by the roof caving in on him. That was school. This was Magpie Island. How should he protect himself in the woods? Where could he hide? He struggled to his feet again. Ahead of him, Abby lay whimpering on the ground. Moose stood beside her, his head low. "Put your hands over your head," Jonathan called. The ground shook again, and Jonathan struggled to remain on his feet. "I'm coming," he shouted. "Stay where you are. I'm coming!" But he did not go to her. He couldn't. He staggered sideways, unable to keep his balance. He felt as if he were riding a roller coaster standing up, except the ground rocked back and forth at the same time that it rolled up and down. A clump of small birch trees swayed like dancers and then fell. The rumbling noise continued, surrounding him, coming from every direction at once. It was like standing in the center of a huge orchestra, with kettle drums pounding on all sides. Abby's screams and Moose's barking blended with the noise. Although there was no roof to cave in on him, Jonathan put his arms over his head as he fell. The school's earthquake drills had taught him to protect his head and he did it the only way he could. Earthquake. He had never felt an earthquake before and he had always wondered how it would feel. He had questioned his teacher, that first year. "How will I know it's an earthquake?" he asked. "If it's a big one," the teached said, "you'll know." His teacher had been right. Jonathan knew. He knew with a certainty that made the hair rise on the back of his neck. He was in the middle of an earthquake now. A big one.